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The Sacred Seven Prayers





O Great Spirit, who art before all else and who dwells in every object, in
every person and in every place, we cry unto Thee. We summon Thee
from the far places into our present awareness.

O Great Spirit of the North, who gives wings to the waters of the air and
rolls the thick snowstorm before Thee, Who covers the Earth with a sparkling
crystal carpet above whose deep tranquillity every sound is beautiful. Temper
us with strength to withstand the biting blizzards, yet make us thankful for
the beauty which follows and lies deep over the warm Earth in its wake.

O Great Spirit of the East, the land of the rising Sun, Who holds in Your right
hand the years of our lives and in Your left the opportunities of each day.
Brace us that we may not neglect our gifts nor lose in laziness the hopes of
each day and the hopes of each year.

O Great Spirit of the South, whose warm breath of compassion melts the ice
that gathers round our hearts, whose fragrance speaks of distant springs
and summer days, dissolve our fears, melt our hatreds, kindle our love into
flames of true and living realities. Teach us that he who is truly strong is also
kind, he who is wise tempers justice with mercy, he who is truly brave
matches courage with compassion.

O Great Spirit of the West, the land of the setting Sun, with Your soaring
mountains and free, wide rolling prairies, bless us with knowledge of the
peace which follows purity of striving and the freedom which follows like a
flowing robe in the winds of a well-disciplined life. Teach us that the end is
better than the beginning and that the setting sun glorifies not in vain.

O Great Spirit of the heavens, in the day's infinite blue and amid the
countless stars of the night season, remind us that you are vast, that you
are beautiful and majestic beyond all of our knowing or telling, but also that
you are no further from us than the tilting upwards of our heads and the
raising of our eyes.

O Great Spirit of Mother Earth beneath our feet, Master of metals,
Germinator of seeds and the Storer of the Earth's unreckoned resources,
help us to give thanks unceasingly for Your present bounty.

O Great Spirit of our souls, burning in our heart's yearning and in our
innermost aspirations, speak to us now and always so that we may be
aware of the greatness and goodness of Your gift of life and be worthy of
this priceless privilege of living.

©1996 Noel Knockwood, B.A.
Elder

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Noel Knockwood is a Mik'mac Elder
http://www.danielnpaul.com/NoelKnockwood.html